Shattered Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“All of us! All the pieces it thinks it can take—it can’t! Not while I’m still breathing. Not while we breathe together! Not while we fight!” The crack under our feet shook. It was small at first, then it got violent. The stone broke. Dust rose up like smoke. The wolves in the circle cried out. Their claws and hands dug into the ground. Their voices were rough and loud. The old Alpha hit her staff again. The sound went through me like a shock. “It’s… confused,” she said. Her voice was tight and strained. “It didn't expect us to feel so much. It didn't expect the whole pack to help. It can't break you without breaking itself.”

she appreciated. “Next time, you follow the plan,” I said. “Plans are boring,” she said. “Just help me find the little girl before they all recover,” I said as I watched them writhe in pain as they lay on the floor. Solana nodded and we all split into groups, searching all the crates in the warehouse. As I moved through the paths, two werewolves jumped on me. The first one pushed me to the ground and tried to snap my head off with its jaws, but I slammed my foot on its trunk and it squealed in pain. I pushed it off with great strength, and before I could recover, the second one made its way towards me, growling in agitation. I quickly shot a ball of energy at it and it crashed on the ground,

The whole realm spoke with him. “At last, you step where you belong.” I staggered back. “No. You dragged me here.” The smoke thickened, congealed, until a form rose from it. Not whole. Never whole. A wolf’s frame, taller than any Alpha, but broken in places his body fractured into shards of shadow, as though half of him lived in another world. His eyes burned pale silver, too much like mine. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “You are not complete,” I forced out, voice shaking. “You’re… shattered.”

I demanded. “That is a skinwalker!” he replied without explaining. He didn't need to. Every wolf knows what that means, it was a legend passed on for generations. If there is a skinwalker, right in its shadow, the blood suckers will thrive. If this is true, then we have a problem, a very big problem. Instead of heading to the entrance, Throgan headed further back, when he was about to reach the dead end he turned right and then put me down beside him. “Don't move!” he said.

My mind was a chaotic mess. Vampires. Wolves. Royal Academy. My father, Harold, being murdered. It felt like I was trapped inside a supernatural horror novel, and somebody had forgotten to hand me the script. And worst of all, Daniel. My sweet, fiercely protective Daniel. Was his father really one of the cold skinned monsters they were talking about? Was he one of them? "You know, if you keep staring at the ceiling like that, your neck is going to freeze up." A deep, smooth voice suddenly broke through the silence of the corridor.

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

The transition was painful and she forced me to go through it alone. Ethan and Jacob must have known another werewolf was around by all the recent murders. I didn't mean to hurt anyone...my mind wasn't my own. Jaded by hunger and pain made me go insane. I'll never forgive myself. All those poor humans, they did nothing wrong. Most were just people working hard just to get by and still be broke at the end of the day. I never even cared if someone saw me. Blood of others covered my body; nobody noticed. In some ways, I wish they did. I wish I could've paid for what I've done.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

The Trista wolf killed them before getting to my parent. From that night forth, my loathing for Trista wolves doubled. After my parents’ death, I was crowned Alpha, and the first thing I did was search the entire clan for the Trista-marked wolf. Anywhere I found one, even outside the walls of the Shadow Pack, I end their lives brutally on the spot. To the current day, I still hadn’t found my parents’ killer. With the memory still clinging to my mind, I went for the lamp next and smashed it on the floor. Those cursed Trista demons do not deserve to live. Until I wipe all of them from the face of the earth, my revenge will be incomplete.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.